— {˙ღƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღ˙} —— “Ah… voicemail,” She murmurs, voice sounding a bit strained, before she clears her throat. “Though, maybe it’s better this way… Easier, in a way,” Her voice betrays the bitter smile on her lips.
˙ “Ne…” A small silence follows the sound, as if she’s debating how to continue, before she just sighs, “Ah, what the hell. Wording doesn’t really matter at the moment, does it? Well, that’s- obviously not something you can answer right now and just- ahaha, I’m rambling, uhm… Don’t hang up, okay? Or rather… don’t… press away this message? Just, listen to the end? Please?”
˙ Another pause, then a slight chuckle, “Mm… I haven’t always made things easy for you, have I? Though, to be fair, you can be kind of a jerk too, you know?” she chuckles. “You sulk like a 5 years old sometimes, does your age start regressing after a while? Ahaha… I’ll miss this. Well, I won’t be able to, but- ah… at this point you probably realize where this weird message is heading, don’t you? I can just imagine you now, with that constipated look on your face as you try to figure out what I’m going on about - though, with how smart you are… Yes, I called your thinking face constipated, and there’s nothing you can do about it, since this is a voicemail and just, well- mm…”
˙ A slight cough, the sound of something wet hitting the phone; blood. “Even if you’re an obstinate little kid sometimes, just… You’re great, okay? With all your quirks, with all your flaws… I mean you’re trash, but you’re pretty amazing trash, so, royal trash?” the forced chuckle draws another cough, then another, sounds of fighting drawing closer.
˙ “Sorry…” She whispers, the word nearly drowned out by the sound of her struggling to get to their feet. “I… won’t be coming back this time. I promised that I would, but…” A slight hitch in her breath, “Be happy, okay? And don’t eat Yuuki’s food no matter how tempting dying is at some of your more,” another cough, entwined with the sound of choking on blood “dramatic moments,” She wheezes slightly. “Yuuki’s food is not the way to go - actually, no way is the way to go. S-Sorry,” breathing sounding labored, “I’ll need you to watch Miira a while longer, I,” more coughing, vampiric hissing in the background, voices driven mad, yet lured by her blood, “to you and,” her voice is starting to sound strangled, “Miira, l-lov-” a coughing fit tears from her throat, the sound of blood being choked up, of vampires drawing closer–
˙ “Goodbye,” another whisper - and then the voicemail ends.
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